Gardenia
"Such pretty green eyes you have." Gaignun murmured. The room was shadowy save for various candles scattered throughout, in various stages of melting down. The sheets on the bed were dark scarlet, silken and cool to the touch. They contrasted rather nicely with his bed-partner though, her skin was the color of cream, hair as dark as mink. "I've wanted to get you here for quite some time."
"Well, somebody had to give you a challenge." Shion purred, tilting her neck so the dark-haired man could have better access. "It wouldn't have been fun if I'd simply let you have your way." She was…for lack of a better word, wrapped loosely in some of the sheets. One good tug, Gaignun mused, and the material would be free, baring all her lovely flesh once more. Finding the idea appealing, he sat up, the sheets covering his lower body shifting a bit as he moved closer.
"I find this side of you very surprising, Shion." He spread one hand on her back, surprised at how dark it was against her skin. "But then…something tells me that I shouldn't be." A small smile danced on Shion's lips, and she leaned more into Gaignun's ministrations.
"Well, perhaps if we reach some sort of arrangement, you can see this side of me more often." The black-haired man moved closer, noting his and her reflections in the mirror.
Huh. Jr. was right, we actually do look well together. Though he had to admit, in his current situation mirror-gazing could come off as either kinky or perverted. But it did provide such an interesting picture to contemplate. Shion sniffed at the air, breaking Gaignun out of his thoughts.
"What's that smell?"
"Gardenia." Gaignun murmured, pressing his lips to the curve of her neck. "Some of the candles are scented." He paused, his eyes meeting Shion's in the mirror. "I wanted to get you the real thing, but as you can see…"
"It's fine." Shion replied, one hand coming up to tangle itself in those dark locks. "It smells sweet." There was a pause for a moment, green looking at green, red draped carelessly over cream. At the sight of one darker-colored hand sliding dangerously close to the sheet, Shion playfully smacked it.
"No, no, no!" She teased, standing up; making sure the sheet was covering her.
"Aww…" Gaignun sulked, sprawling down on where she had been sitting before. "Come back here."
"No." Curiosity piqued, Shion moved over to one of the gutted candles and sniffed it, finding the same floral scent. "I wonder…"
"Wonder what?" Gaignun asked, eying the sheet. If she got any closer, he could pull on it and she'd land back on the bed.
"Do you think the flowers that have this scent…they're one of those breeds that survived our expulsion from the mother planet?"
"I suppose so. They still do exist, though they cost a planet and then some." Gaignun replied. Rolling over to the side of the bed, he pulled on the boxers that had been tossed on a nearby chair, and walked around to Shion. Lust was now tempered by affection; he pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder.
"They mean joy." Shion lifted her head again, her eyes meeting his back in the mirror.
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"Gardenias. They mean joy. Popular at weddings too. Though…" He started to brush several strands of mink-colored hair back. "They'd look good with you." And on you. He added mentally. The little flowers would look striking against her skin, her hair…gowned in white, she'd be the very picture of innocence- Gaignun shook his head.
What the hell? Where'd that thought train come from? Of course, he knew where it came from; despite their little game, he felt that Shion deserved the sanctity of marriage; she wasn't built for casual affairs.
"I'll buy you some." He promised, taking his thoughts away from that topic. Inspired, he took Shion by the hand and led her back to the bed. "I'll buy them for you, and I'll put them in your hair."
"But didn't you say they cost a planet?" Shion asked. Gaignun smiled, and leaned in to start nuzzling Shion's neck again.
"I can buy anything. I'm rich, remember?"